Sex in the Shitty (Again)

I could go on and on about the negative impact the twisting tentacles of the four harlots below have had on the minds of women in North America, and tell you stories of the effects on lives of men (myself included), but then this would sway me from the more important task at hand (The Burning Ring of Fire).

I think the above image (put together for a prior article), sums it pretty nicely. So, picking up from where we left off: wedding canceled. The whoresome foursome goes down to sunny Mexico. Um, Carrie, are you paying attention? I said “sunny.” Why did you bring your fur along? Wasn’t it summertime in NYC when you left?

Sorry, I forgot, you’re a dirty whore, paid by an ugly whore (Anna Wintour), to convince other whores that they should wear dead animal skins. Go right ahead.

After I drafted this, an old, but not so great song came in my head by one “Sheila E,” whom I had been proud to say never made it into my record collection:

She wears a long fur coat of mink
Even in the summer time
…
She wants to lead the Glamorous Life
She don’t need a man’s touch
She wants to lead the Glamorous Life
Without love, it ain’t much

To tell the truth, upon finding the lyrics on the internet, reconsidered Sheila’s song as remarkably honest, especially compared to the average lyricsdegeneration instructions the best artists whores at the tops of today’s charts sing/shit. I’ll take a brainwashed “love is forever”fool over a materialistic whore (as in part i’s “recording artists”), any day. Wait … is that an “x-box?” What the hell is it doing in this crappy movie? Is something important about to happen?

Oh my god! I’m amazed at how someone (likely one of the executive producers), felt the need to throw this [golden] nugget in here. Let’s see: you’re a shallow materialistic person, who’s biggest concern on your wedding day was “how you looked” and that you might be “humiliated.” The mask of glamour has come off.

That’s a career-killing shot (no way make-up would let that slip by). It dawned on me the “X-Box,” as seen in this position before, may also be an hourglass on its side. Time standing still? {*1} The jukebox queues up Declan MacManus:

One day you’re going to have to face
A deep dark truthful mirror
And it’s going to tell you things that I still love
you too much to say

The “honeymoon” bed has, as one would expect, flowers laid out in a vagina pattern. In the center, you find a flower, representative of virginity/the hymen, which traditionally [¿like 100 years ago?] was in tact/the case for brides.

Nothing new here. I don’t see vaginas everywhere I look, only where they’re placed. A plethora of others have seen them before me (e.g., Pink Floyd). I’m surprised at how many people out there choose to remain willingly ignorant of the obvious.

So now we gotta ask, why is the adopted daughter’s name “Lily,” and why is it every time she makes an appearance (except for the time she was naked), she’s depicted with flowers around her? Wait a minute … this excursion would mean they left her alone with the pedophile foster dad. Poor poor girl.

Oddly, I found some extremely revealing shots of Lily (Cole) on a site called, get ready for this, “Drunken Stepfather” (link for those with a prurient interest). So, what’s Mom (Charlotte) up to? She’s being “smart” [cause she watches television], and brought her own food down to Mexico, so that she doesn’t get sick.

Let’s take a quick look at what this smart “health-nut” is eating [she’s shown sticking to a daily jogging regimen]. The entire ingredient list of a typical pack:

Officially:“BHA, short for Butylated Hydroxyanisole, may cause dry skin, allergic reactions, dental disease, and poor health, as well as stimulate adverse effects on liver and kidney functions.”

If it’s made by “Jell-O,” you can add industrial agricultural waste known as gelatin, aka “pulverized animal bones” to that toxic mix. Is it OK if I say “dumb cunt” here? Please? It so would seem to [over] apply. This woman deserves a prize. I think the below [right] image I created some time ago was pretty on the mark.

The above “Mommy Dearest” is of yet another infamous harlot of a mother who lived “the glamorous life,” named Kathy. The JonBenet’ish little girl at the bottom of the image, is none other than her success story of a daughter, who grew up well-adjusted against all odds: Paris Hilton. [Does sarcasm not suit me?] Below, SatanHam [i.e, Samantha] draws our attention to how Miranda also brought a fur [of sorts] along. Hm, a red bathing suit. Red hair. Lucy Fur?

One, it’s kind of funny how topics I bring up make it into movies I later watch. Two, hypothetically, were someone to anally electrocute Miranda, skin her and toss out her rotting carcass, would there be enough fur left over to make a glove for some rich person out there? How much would such an item retail for?

Time for Vagina Monologues: the girls all sit around the table and talk about how horrible men are. Carrie: “He was a bad guy. Always was. Bad guys do bad things.”

Men, who needs them? And then … she sticks a phallic object in her mouth (maybe a banana). OK. That was cute. Very clever. Miranda adds her bit: “The good guys screw you, and the bad guys screw you.” SatanHam, wearing yellow again, spews out a rather unwitty trademark whorish comment, but then, unexpectedly, makes a sudden turn and brushes all so close to true enlightenment:

If we were to look into our old Heavens (the solar system), prior to the first major [known] catastrophe: the Sun (masculine) is the center, and the second sun, Lucifer/Luna [per Tsarion et al], revolved around it/him before she fell. From the Gnostic perspective, would the creator be male and the architect female (as the “burning ring” suggest)? Lastly, there is the option that by “trying to be a man” [what Sam’s character is all about], she will always be second, never first. {*2}

A naked Charlotte? Well, almost. Damn you Four Eyes! Damn you! Oopsie, she drank some water! Is it going to affect her? That kind of looks like an Eye of Horus, no?

Her intestines are starting to rumble. And she makes eye contact! Eye to eye? Eye to anus? Oops, she better get to the bathroom quickly.

And … she craps herself. No, I didn’t contribute to the script. But, was it “the water” as we’ve been conditioned to accept, or the fact that she had gone two entire days eating nothing but the chemical stew specified above?

More great Charlotte faces. Vacation over, Carrie returns to her apartment. That M/W “spinner” seems to show up around her a lot. To the right, is an earlier scene [at Vogue] I had forgotten. Odd “idol” next to her, no? Yea, it could be a horned creature, but the horns do also form a V, do they not? Vewee Vewee intewesting!

It’s time to find an assistant. Ooh, a new regular cast member! Will it be the dumb blond girl? Wait a minute … all these women are stupid. Oh, it’s that propagated superiority complex where everyone is programmed to think they’re not doing so bad, cause there’s always someone out there a hell of a lot dumber than they are:

Will it be the fat alcoholic? C’mon, seriously! Will it be the well-dressed effeminate Asian man with a “secret.” Nope, cause he’s wearing pink girl shoes. He’s out! Wait a minute? That doesn’t make any sense. He should fit right in.

A black lady? Ah, of course! She’s the one that showed up in red. Gotta get to the sisters. Can’t leave them out of this mind-fuck, I mean entertainment experience. But, how will the average inner city black woman afford the crap they pitch on the show? Carrie asks: “So Louise from St. Louis … How does an unemployed girl with three roommates afford the [crusty-turd] patchwork-denim Louis Vitton bag?”

That was a lot of Luis’s there, right? Carrie even pronounced her name with an “s,” instead of a “z” sound. The token black’s answer to the question [above]?

Yep, they’ve figured out a way to screw black women over, just like those “rent to own” places did to impoverished black people years ago. Why buy something you don’t need and can’t afford, when you can end up paying five times the price by “renting” it (like they rent auto “rims” to brainwashed black males now). Of course, you could always just [serve the chaos masters, and] “steal” it.

Look, I found Waldo! Ah, she’s entertaining indoctrinating little Lily with more CinderElla. A pink room? 🙄 The only thing missing so far is an homage to Osiris. Oops, never mind, there he is below (just like in I Am Legend).

I was a little confused when the below scene started, because Carrie was asking Miranda why she had to dress up for Halloween? Doesn’t it seem that Carrie is already wearing a costume? Anyway, Ben @ Pseudo-Occult Media will probably appreciate Miranda’s frustration expressed below (check his related post), while those who remember she “chose” a sexy kitten outfit (part i) roll our eyes.

Been a while since we saw the number 666 hasn’t it? Well, the three V’s in the Vogue produce one. As do the three V’s of the neckline of the woman in red.

We could reach one step further and assume that woman has a vagina to get 3 more (giving us a total of 9 “gates”). Maybe we should ask the other woman in red with a big O next to her? Stroke that new “Bag, Borrow, or Steal” purse, Carrie. Stroke it like it was a kitten [never mind, she only likes dead furry things]!

Over the weekend I overheard some extremely horrid, yet extremely relevant song by some guy named Kanye (whom I have to conclude is severely retarded):

She don’t believe in shootin’ stars,
but she believe in shoes & cars
Wood floors in the new apartment,
couture from the store’s department
…
man why can’t life always be this easy
She in the mirror dancing so sleazy,
…
[The paparazzi] damn, these nigga’s got me,
I hate these nigga’s more than the Nazis

Finally, the show delivers on some of the promised “Sex” part. All three of the scenes involve Satan[ham]’s new neighbor, coincidentally named “Dante.”

The only thing missing so far is Cerberus. Well, that can be addressed: Sam chances on a Hell Hound. Actually, it’s just a horny little bitch [i.e., a female dog]. She buys it from a woman wearing a “cruelty free” shirt? Someone please tell me how this fur-laden movie is in any way cruelty-free? Anyone? Anyone?

The whore’s “trunk” is full of whore “crap.” Hm, why are some of the bags brown?

Pushing that neuro-linguistic “steal” suggestion further, Louise threatens to steal Carrie’s shoes. “War! Huh, yeah. Good God, y’all! What is it good for?”

“Absolutely nothing!” And then I remembered, the Devil wears Prada , or so we’ve been told. {*3} Not so oddly, Meryl Streep, will also be the star of the upcoming The Fantastic Mr. Fox, as Mrs. Fox [“fox” is the only English word which reduces to 666; “xxx” is technically not a word]. I think the second poster is more appropriate, this degenerative materialist extremism has been a plague on humankind.

We get yet another segment with women bitching about what dicks guys are. Men, who needs them? So, is their glass half-full or half-empty? Never mind. I gots to go girl! A man just called me. Bye! Carrie tries to blend in: “Booty Call?” Yet, more “rules” governing, classifying, and categorizingall human contact.

Time for Satan, I mean Santa’s favorite holiday: X-MAS [hm: “x-sam” featuring SAmaNTA]. Carrie’s gift seems like a blatant attempt to bring in Judy Garland for a little Oz resonance [yea, that too, the kitchen sync is coming surely]: Meet me in St. Louis. In exchange, Louise from St. Louis gets a Louis Vitton bag of her very own, and then proceeds to lose it [control of her mind, body and maybe, soul].

One: another mess of Louis’s there. Two: someone get that poor woman a change of underwear. Can’t say exactly why I’m including the first of the below scenes, but they drew a lot of attention to it. The clock reads 11:12. Misdirection maybe?

The second is a glowing octagon hexagon with a solar eclipse in it [one hand tween 9/10, the other 11/12]. As for the “bad guy,” he’s dressed in Black, eating “alone” for the benefit of the fan[atic]s of this show. You must suffer! You must Aton-e!

Judging by the blue lights on the windows though, he’s in a safe place. He’s got six points of light and a Fleur de Lis[Lily] by his side: a symbol attributed to Louis VI [though, some historians argue the VII; I’d be willing to bet money it’s the 6th].

He’s doing better than the girls though. Carrie’s wearing her whore fur [yet another] and stupid disco ball hat, while she and her buddy toast in the New Year along with the idiots watching the television for the cue that’s it’s OK to celebrate with your friends now. God, how I hate how people insist on turning the TV to the ritual taking place in Times Square accompanied by the worst of the worst music.

Man kiss #2. I’ll spare you most of the pictures from the Fashion Show the girls attended, but may need to explain the one below. The quote is from SCTV‘s parody of The Godfather. If you have never seen it, then you need to buy it, rent it, or steal it if you have to. It is the funniest 30 minutes of television ever.

What’s this? Are the producers of this show going to turn compassionate for a second and show the other side of the fur issue [the only side if you’re “human”]?

As the glamorous whores descend the steps, SatanHam is greeted by some red paint thrown on the dead carcass she’s got draped around her. OK. Good so far. Is redemption around the corner [well, not really, if you consider how many animals were tortured and killed just to supply the wardrobe for this turdpile]?

Ooh, look how ugly and crazy the protesters look! Contort those faces like you’ve been paid to you actress prostitute wannabes! Oh, look how they pale to our made-up and stylish fur-laden whores [who are even shot at a “higher” camera level than the two “crazies,” shot at downward angle]? The scene closes with a tripe little dismissive one-liner from SatanHam. I should have known better! The evil pricks that made this movie will take morality over money like … um … never.

The movie has now covered flowers, hearts, vaginas, and furs/pubes, and also blood/menstruation. Are there any other hole references it left out yet?

Back in the City of [fallen] Angels, SataHam is “preparing the fish”[literally] to surprise her lover boy. I thought the sculpture behind her seemed a little familiar, so I overlayed the Coco Channel logo from before directly over it. Voila! Perfect fit.

Note the flames on her shirt. Below, a little overkill. She’s got raw fish on top of her raw “fish.” But, it reminded me of Stygian Port’s comment about the Jesus “fish.” Well, if you rotate it 90 degrees, it does look like the CC logo, which looks a lot like a vagina. That’s a hell of a lot of fishes! [FYI: the image was not on the screen, but is an actual item available from some Jesus fish catalog.]

Stygian’s comment also pondered types of News Stories that make it to Page Six (pronounced “zex” in German), and he sent one from the New York Post about “Gay Porn Stars Servicing Elites at Parties.” I don’t have time to delve into the page number issue, but did find some sync-filled covers from Post’s weekly magazine.

One: [Coco] CHANEL I[the penis letter]MAN? The “next top model” may have been born with a penis. Fish and Chicks [can’t make this shit up]? Vogue, of course.

Two: Why 60“fall shoes?” Who names their daughter “Rumer?” Until recently, I was unaware that Willis was the girl in one of the pics from my condom exposé(it’s safe to assume anyone who puts a condom in/on their mouth is a complete idiot; hence not part of some “elite”). BananaSplits: girls love them (natürlich)!

Three: Hot Fuzz! 🙄 Satan’s Naughty List? Why 60“guy gifts?” Wait … a pink dot/hole from the front, and a black one from the rear? This clueless whore Whitney Port[hole] is “a former fashion contributor for Teen Vogue,” and in episode six of her TV show, she became a runway model for Fashion Week.

Vagina Day arrives. Also known as Valentine’s Day. VD! Venereal Disease. They’re all connected. More lesbian innuendos. “Last year, we were playing the other team,” gargles Carrie before the waitress asks what Miranda and “her girlfriend” will be having. Lily sends Carrie a Vagina card featuring Cinderella [above right].

So, with “Big” out of the picture, would the implication be that all Carrie has available to her now is a future “filled” by only small and medium? There was probably also a reason for the below lay-out. It’s too strategically arranged.

I’m growing tired of all the news about pending economic doom. Getting prepared is one thing, but stressing over the unavoidable is counter-productive. Thus, my mind now queues the following song every time I hear of the looming depression:

i remember back before it all became clear
the end wasn’t near
we were poor without fear
i remember times before it all became plain
we were young an insane
she liked to fuck in the rain
…
in hard times, in hard times {*4}

17 Again?[hm, wasn’t the intent, but that resonates another “alleged,” puh-lease, homosexual actor, Zach Effron]. Miranda’s answer below was to Carrie’s inquiry as to how long she’d been waiting. Secret Sun has a bunch of stuff about #17.

As Carrie debates whether to get into the chariot, driven by a red-turban wearing Arab, we are shown its grid-key resonant license plate: 9–11–19. {*5}

Note: The driver’s probably a Sikh, but most Americans can’t tell “sand niggers” apart. It is politically incorrect to say “nigger” in America now, unless you preface it with the word “sand;” it’s the new state-sponsored “in vogue” racism.

Time for couples counseling? The X-Box makes two reappearances. Feeling trapped there fellow? You should! I mean, after all, if you are in relationship “counseling,” it means your “relationship” is already over. You need to move on with your life, else you won’t advance as a soul. You will risk becoming either dependent, or someone else’s emotional prisoner. When the “X” speaks, you should listen!

I know the indoctrinated “believers” may consider me as pessimistic, because it’s easy to see everyone else’s “conditioning,” but a little harder to see our own.

Basically, they’re in counseling, because despite Miranda having 3 holes/gates (options): their utilization (or lack thereof) is failing to produce the proper chemical infusions or stimulus to their “relationship” [what they’ve likely been calling “love”]. To anyone who might accuse me of “reaching:” what the hell do you think the sculpture/art next to Steve represents? Why is the “little hole” off to the back?

Louise dons the red dress, and “gets lucky” [per her brainwashed mind]. Some idiot bought her a carbon rock to “prove” how much he loves her. Oddly, in my own bit of synchronicity, this was the 86th image I numbered for this series. That must mean it’s time for the token black woman to go (i.e., they’re 86‘ing Louise). {*6}

Any parting words? “Sisters, don’t forget to Bag, Borrow, or STEAL. I gots to go.” By the way girls, just because you’re wearing a wedding dress and get to be the center of attention [a princess] for a day, doesn’t make you any less of a whore. Thinking that one form of brainwashing is somehow “higher” than another is divisive, nonproductive and a sure path on the road leading away from gnosis.

I should probably address the prior topic in greater detail sometime, but in the meantime, feel free to share my whore deprogramming video with everyone who may need it. Next, a rather revealing/exploitative segment featuring Miranda. We can assume she [most likely] didn’t enjoy it: Cynthia Nixon is a lesbian.

Oh how far she’s gone from that innocent little girl below [left]. Well, somewhat innocent; if you consider appearing in a film about two virgin holes competing over who gets plugged first as “innocent” [that movie would be Little Darlings, starring O‘Neal and McNichhole]. Alas, part i’s image of her prior dilemma makes sense. She was leaning back away from the penis with his hand outstretched, to the comfort/safety of the [familiar] vagina [as Raffi pointed out after part i].

Arc, from Synchromystics Forum, sent me an article aimed at older women who missed out on the Lindsey Lohan/Brittney Spears bisexuality promo [written by one vagina/hole suggestive Vicky Iovine]. In summary: “Men suck! After 40, you girls should choose to switch to women.”Wait! For years, the media said homosexuality wasn’t a “choice?” Oh, I [media entranced joe/betty] am so confused.

Moving on: lest I be accused of being sexist by my female readers, I will entreat you to a “little” cock to balance out the all the revealing female images. Though, its hard to make it through any film nowadays without seeing one. Satan-ham tries to learn The Secret [¿a serpentine S in a red dot/hole?], but is DIStracted by the cock.

Hello [spirit-trapping] grid pattern, followed by an all-too “on the mark” narration. Of course, “intelligent” people will fall for the distraction of the somewhat clever narrator’s statement of “Ever since she met Dante, Samantha was in Hell,” without realizing Dante was merely a guide [implying SatanHam was already there].

They’ll also fall for the ruse of SatanHam’s below statement, merely being a ploy for not acknowledging her pot-belly [as in pot-bellied pig], the result of her “pigging out,” to avoid, tun tun tun, “cheating.” But, could the truth of the matter be, that the reason she avoids mirrors, is for fear of seeing, that she is in fact, the beast?

Moving on from SatanHam, to the charlote. More great faces. Oops, her water broke. How many pairs of panties has this poor woman gone through in the movie?

It’s a girl! Pappa Pedobear, I mean Mr. Goldenblatt, announces, “It’s my Lot in life to be surrounded by beautiful women.”It sure is you sick bastard![FYI: “Lot” was the Biblical character who had sex with his two daughters.] So, they named the baby “Rose” and he “coincidentally” wore a rose-colored phallic tie for the event. Pic below: “Anticipation. Anticipation. Is making me wait. Is keeping me waiting.”

By the way, that’s Evan “Handler.” I would have probably left out the below pic of Carrie’s grid-resonating pillow, had (a) it not made an appearance in so many shots, and (b) SatanHam’s Hell Hound not been shown humping it. I wonder how much such a fine pillow cost? “$300,” we are told. Another coincidental number.

The Simpsons’ “Lisa the Drama Queen” episode came back on Sunday, and even though I only watched a few minutes, I caught a few rather relevant things I missed in my first exhaustive look. One, would be the “grid” pattern being repeated, even more appropriately, over the bars of the cages the girls were put into, then locked.

The quote from the above “captor” was very deliberate, pausing at the precise moment: just substitute “the” for the pause and the intent of the writers was clear. “It” is what you call someone, such as a prisoner that you are dehumanizing. “It rubs the lotion on its skin or else it gets the hose again.”

Also not coincidental: one of the girls heads is starfish-shaped (i.e., an anus) and the other valentine-shaped (i.e., a vagina). The crossed “poles” behind them and the “split” shield/heart foreshadow the gang-rape the two “its” are due for. I guess I am guilty of underestimating the depths of depravity the Simpsons would sink to.

Holy Fucking Shit! Just after publication, I had missed the synchronicity of the above image following the preceding two. Hence, I had to modify and add to the original [left side, unaltered]; to enlighten you guys on what I missed [recall part i]. I also reviewed the scene, and captured and highlighted some oddly relevant parts [particularly those in brown] of Big’s prior e-mail [a “random” old poet’s “love” letter]. Again, this can’t be unintentional [now recall someone else’s old image].

Will Carrie get any of her orifices plugged by a “big” one ever again? Who cares! “Forever?” Why do we make such empty and meaningless promises to one another [well, I know exactly why, and hopefully, so do many of you — if you don’t, here’s a hint: think “cinderella” and the other mind-fucks we were exposed to growing up]?

All the whores dolled up and back together again one last time. Finally, this movie is ending! Let’s do the right programmed thing and remind Sam she’s getting old and is gonna die within 10 to 15 years [give thanks to all the advances in modern medicine, cause our life-span is “increasing”]. These the same good friends, out of which none talked her out of chemotherapy? Where does the candle on the cake “tradition” come from anyway? Is it because “time is the fire in which we burn?”

SatanHam licks the hole! And she likes it! Hey Michaela, I think she likes it! So, now three of the girls had strong lesbian future suggestions. All but Charlotte. She’s of too much value to the elites. As long as she keeps pumping out pretty little flowers for them to play with, and remains completely oblivious to their fate, she can stay “straight,” “rich” and “happy” [earlier, she said she was always happy].

And we’re shown a new foursome before the credits roll. Out with the old whores, in with the new. Let’s see: we got a Jew, a Stylin Shiksa, a smart-ish redhead and a mysterious one, of whom we can only see the back of her head [probably all the director of casting could really see while he was “auditioning” her for the part].

However, I would guess they’re gonna at least put out one more movie starring the old whores; one more mega-promotion to sell some clothes, furs and degenerative programming. One last hurrah before they put these old whores out to pasture (or shoot them). After all, what use is an old whore?

*1: Honestly, the only reason, even if she looks like this under normal conditions, they would ever let her look this bad, unless they are going overboard to make a point to those with eyes to see. “Glamour” as a mask came up in my Dark [k]Night set. [LB]

*2: If a woman’s goal is to have “power,” then she should rediscover the feminine spirit that makes her a “woman.” She ought to trace back the matriarchies of old, and learn what gave these woman their aura of dominance. A woman trying to be a man in a patriarchal world is the peak of idiocy, lunacy and futility. [LB]

*3: Side story. Was out wearing my “Praha” [Prague] shirt. Some cute girl called me over, saying “Look at you stylin in that Prada shirt.” I tried to explain it was the name of a city, and when I tried to tell her where it was (in the Czech Republic, i.e., “Europe”), she stopped me: “I don’t know where no Pra-Ga is, I ain’t go to no college.”

How sad! First of all, you don’t need to go to “no college” to have some idea where Prague/Europe is. Even worse: she probably knows every good slave brand name and what it costs, but hasn’t a clue where she is on this planet. [LB]

*4: The “Hard Times” song is by Paul Kelly [and the Messengers], an extremely talented song-writer. I’ve actually met him on a couple of occasions, and have an amusing story or two to tell. Buy me beer and I’ll spill them. [LB]

*5: It would also be safe to assume combining a 9-11 with an Arabesque man in NYC is also a subtle trauma reminder for the mAsses [of “why we need them“]. [LB]

*6: Stygian’s the only blogger I’d seen look at 86. The number of images that I end up with has, and not always through conscious effort on my part, taken on mystic significance. The prior one had 63. My article on Obama had 44. As Aferrismoon spun the 19, my exploration of same had 61. For what it’s worth: this one had 77. [LB]

21 Responses to “Sex in the Shitty (Again)”

She actually shits herself in the movie? Guess that’s what happens when you have the mind of a 3 year old. This movie was made for people of that same mental age.

Damn you for making me see that dude’s ass without noticing the cock! I have to admit the androgyny fooled even me.

I hate hollywood sex scenes. They are as unrealistic as it gets (well, besides your average porn). I just hate hollywood, period, and I shouldn’t have to point that out, I just feel like it. The whole aspect of “someone’s always watching” is never out of play, not for one second. Very mind-control-ish.

The support of wearing furs in this movie sickens me on a whole other level, and completely justifies your use of the Dubya word (whore).

Damn dude, thanks for putting yourself through the pain of this “movie” so that none of us ever have to.

Will u look over there
Where?
There
Is she trying to get out of that clitoris
Liberation for women
That’s what I preach
Preacher man

Which seems to have some resonance

Not knowing where Praha is is fine. Today though I get the ‘pression that many revel in deliberate ignorance , then u can be offended that someone ‘ is tryin’ make u look dumb’

77 = MGDL – Tower, though with different diacritics relates to Mary Magdalene, who, via Carlo Suares interpretation = the female to JCs male.
There’s some stuff about Jesus freeing her of 7 spirits or whatever, anyhow they both transcend the Mother and Father Accummulatory Build an Empire syndrome.
Well, if u interpret it while listening to ‘Peaches’, that is.

With 19 as ChVH , and 77 relating to MGDLeen, non-visual ‘female’ archtypes that transcend the idolatrous ‘deities who require gifts’ compulsion.

Jesus and Mary Mag seem to resonate Abraham and Sarah as ‘brother and sister’.

Simpsons does seem to have done away with subtlety.
A couple o’weeks back Ayn Rand cropped up again

Tommy, hope I didn’t traumatize you. This spooky bennetton butt is about as AC/DC as it gets. I think you share my sentiment that those looking forward to an androgynous world can should go fuck themselves. Speaking of ass, yes, she shat herself, her starfish went from pink to chocolate.

The experience wasn’t too bad actually. I understand my tormentors/victims a little better … and am left scratching my head why the few but extremely substantial enlightening truths were embedded within.

aferrismoon, well, I don’t expect your average girl to know specifically where the Czech republic is, but she should have at least heard the name and have a clue of a place called “Europe.” Always appreciate relevant lyrics from bands that wrote them for themselves.

Celtic i had a very important synchronicity moment…today hashem released the 12th masonic secret you need to see this seriously, i would also watch the rest of the series…i think you might find some of his stuff revealing.

PS: o thats odd it embedded itself with just url? I didnt use the embed code version.

Wow, good wrap-up; very keen observations. I was surprised that the red-head got “porked” in the movie. The champagne bottle in front of the honeymoon bed is quite suggestive. The “666” VOGUE magazine looks odd, I just noticed the spiraling masonic “G” in the middle of the girls forehead, and it is the “AGE issue,” perhaps the “new age” issue? Oh yeah, the spread of magazines and newspapers on Carries floor seem to connect back to Carrie and Louise. The newspaper has a picture of two glasses half-filled with a golden drink, resonating the earlier shot of the two whores drinking together. Also opposite is a perfume ad for a golden colored perfume. These golden images (“consume and cover your self with gold”?) flank the magazine pointing out the inevitable end of economy based on paper money. The same VOGUE mag is there touching the “New York” title. (Oh yeah, behind Carrie and her crystal-ball beanie is a glowing sexagon, err, hexagon, not octagon.) The blue hexagon recalls the flag of the 51st State of the Union: Is-ra-el. The mirror scene is interesting, “mirror mirror on the wall, who’s the farest of them all?” “Sure as hell not you, Carrie!” combined with a X-Box, it’s like she looked into the reflective veil of iceis and saw her true self which exists under the spell of glamour. Reminds me of the 3 witches in Stardust who looked into the mirror and saw their true age, then used some magic spell to reverse it for Michelle Pfeiffer’s character. And lastly, the Mercedes Benz wall-billboard in the background of the girls makes it look like they are stepping out of a fictional world. SatanHam’s black&white outfit matches this, then she is splashed with red “blood” which brings me back to my last comment on “Carrie” being the name of the girl who is covered in pigs blood in Carrie. Of course here it’s Samantha, even though Carrie is clearly the fur-monger, she seems to be the only un-tainted one (no poo-pants, no blood, no child birth, no sex scene (right?)), only suffering mental trauma as she is the main character and the one the audience is supposed to invest all their emotional energy into. Anyways some good x-box finds, oh yeah and the “86 picture” was a cool synch.

Javier, nice “moment.” Thanks for sharing. I know I’m not the only one who remains baffled by how people who consider themselves to be “awake” won’t look in the mirror and accept their own responsibility for the “hell on Earth” we are creating. And I’m sure many of those won’t be able to stomach the video, all the while defending the practice as “natural.” And, it seems a month or so ago, WordPress did something where youtube links automatically turn into embeds.

ViolatoR, I probably should have included some images from Carrie juxtaposed with images from this movie. The princess “moment,” an honest red dress, more pork (i.e., a name for the flesh of a tortured pig). You caught a major sync there.

Yea, that “G” was catching my eye. I tried to stick to points I thought indisputable. But, the lower circle/hold of the G/6 is centered over her 3rd eye [¿hm, a correlation to 3rd “hole”/brown eye?]. Thanks for the “economic chaos” interpretation too (nice connection to the prior image). The two glasses do also seem to form a rear end.

I can always rely on you to correct my careless mistakes/faulty observations [think I’ll have to change it to hex]. Honestly, thanks! And yes, the most lurid images/scenes involving Carrie were those from part i, in her unsoiled lilac panties. “Lilac?” Hm! While with Big, a possible Merovingian (due to the Fleur de Lis/Lilly)…

I’m still rubbing the sleep from my eyes after waking 3 months ago from my prolonged slumber and find your blog an essential aid in seeing ever more clearly. I thank you for it.

xbox (square)- I see a top down view of a pyramid.

Plus you (amongst others) touched on in a previous blog the 2012 Olympics Logo. Yes it breaks apart to spell zion, but (something I haven’t seen mentioned elsewhere) it also shows ‘in plain sight’ a beast of burden, its leg buckling beneath the weight of the ‘Olympians’. Once you see it, it’s all you’ll see when looking at it. Lovely.

The experience wasn’t too bad actually. I understand my tormentors/victims a little better … and am left scratching my head why the few but extremely substantial enlightening truths were embedded within.

I know what you mean. It’s always interesting to see what’s been planted in movies, no matter what it’s about.

Although I’m not fond of birthday celebrations due to the fact (as you may have stated in the past) that they are a staple in keeping us swept up in this Julian calendar and detaching us from a more natural sense of time, I do find the candles to be quite amusing.

Blowing out the flame of a candle while making a wish = casting a spell = ancient Pagan candle magick.

It’s amazing to ponder the number of Pagan-hating Christians that partake in this ritual each year, along with many other rituals and ceremonies that were ‘borrowed’ from the Pagans while fabricating a new religion.

Pennydrop, glad to have you along then. Someone else mentioned the possibility of a pyramid top, but I’ve found quite a few shots with the sides missing, and before this series is over, present some oblong ones. Once you start looking for it, you’ll see it near every Holy Wood production. I’d be interested to see which logo you are referring to. The one I’ve seen looks like a woman fellating a man (or helping the poor guy with his zipper).

Tommy, you’d not believe how many dysfunctional encounters I’ve had with girls were [unknown to me] caused by them quoting the damn series.

Anesti Vega, interesting info about blowing out the candles/casting a spell. I’m sure many a Christian is also been conned into lighting candles on behalf of some ritual they are clueless to.

Moebius, yeah I saw the demo sometime last week. Truly wacky scary shit! Let’s all put a sensor in our living room that not only counts how often we masturbate/have sex, but is connected to the internet (for those all important virus-blocking updates i’m sure). It won’t be too long until they’re using this thing to report domestic violence incidents [or rough-sex/horse-play false alarms] and sending squad cars to X-Box 360 homes. Here’s A LINK for those who don’t want to install SilverLight.

I was interested in your rearrangemaent of Samantha to Satan ‘Ham’ – a sound that ‘tied in’ with recent seeking.

“A bija mantra is a sacred vowel to resonate with a chakra. Bija means seed and you can see the bija mantra as seed sound. Each chakra has its own bija-mantra.” The mantra for the fifth or throat chakra is ‘Ham’. “This, when treated like a mantra and chanted, is said to open the chakra.”

I’m sure that Samantha resonates enormously with throats anyway, but perhaps there has always been more to it than meets the eye.

Wise Woman and deva deva, I’m really starting to think the SatanHam cypher is opening doors. Your comments, got me wondering about AbraHam, AbraCadabra, Cadaver[?], a Ham is always a dead pig, never a living one. Something there in all that.

WW, the timing of your last post and my comment/response to it seems uncanny. Deva, you prompted my refocusing another 17 on the rack and another hole, the Circle of the [F]amily.

i was amused by the numerology too, i couldve swore it was calculated! there are all kinds of considerations in regard to your abracadabra thought, ill try to find some resources to share but ive got a lot on my plate right now

as far as the ‘family circle’ goes (cir6) i was sneaking around masonic temple #100 and found an autographed and framed family circus cartoon by bil keane. the cartoon featuring dolly telling jeffy ‘listen! we’re gonna hear a masonic boom!’

i snapped a quick phonephoto hurriedly as i was unauthorized to be where i was and was unable to focus on the message which was directed directly to #100 the lodge in my teenage naeighborhood click to see the photo

sorry for the tardy reply, I’ve been offline. We’re looking at the same logo I believe. I can see what you see, with the zero being the womans head. To see what I see, the zero is the pack, remove it to more clearly see the pack-animal (human on all fours?) in profile, facing left, with the bottom 1 and 2 being the front and back legs respectively.

It’s worth checking out the home page … to see a colorfully patterned variant in which the five olympic rings have been replaced with a 666 motif.

I am always amazed at people who don’t know anything, and are apparently HAPPY in that ignorance. I am the opposite, I am an American and love to learn about different places and cultures, it is so cool to meet someone from a country that you’ve read about and then talk to them about it….but it breaks my heart when every single person says “Wow, you’re the first person I’ve met here that knows anything about my country”.

I guess I’m just a shitty woman, I’d rather read a book than watch these old twats and their desperate materialism, but I broke free of my programming a LOOONG time ago. I wish more women would, it’s awfully lonely out here, but it’s still infinitely preferable to BSing about stupid shit like clothes, makeup and sex with vapid, brainless skanks.

i know that i’m a few years late in commenting, but as the reruns of this show are on all Sun. afternoon, every Sun. afternoon on the “E” network, i just thought i’d comment on the fact that, although i hadn’t watched this crap in years, i saw it was on by channel surfing, and the synchronicity i have to share.

I read these two installments on Sat. afternoon. Yesterday. Today, on the SITC episode i saw, it was early on in the saga, where “Carrie” was first “dating” “Mr. BIG”, the euphemism used for her lust interest. There was much focus on her pal…your gal Charlotte. Her new lover had it all. “Manners, muscles, and money”, and she had a freak out scene with all of the gals because he had proposed anal sex.

Won’t go into any more of it, but it was interesting enough to me that i felt i had to share.

I want to thank you for aiding my vision in the realm of smoke and mirrors, CR…Alex…whatever you go by. I just wish my family would have chosen to listen to me about some of this “programming” going on, rather than write me off as a “drag” and someone to now be shunned. (heavy sigh)